when i was six or seven years old...i would cut my hair like paul mccartney...i would put on my paul mccartney look-alike mop-top boots laced at the top with genuine paul mccartney hair to keep "the rolling stones" away...blatantly flaunt my paul mccartney thing-a-ma-jig that i proudly wore around my neck that had been authentically blessed by the pope...and , as well...perpetually tell my friends the non-solicited time on my three hand paul mccartney SHE LOVES YOU YA , YA , YA...NOW JOIN OUR FUCKING FAN CLUB watch...damnedest thing though...I DIDN'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHO PAUL MCCARTNEY WAS .
...and that's what i call clubbing a seal .
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